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Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails.

 

Part ten.

 

 

Zachary Blair says...

Winners. Well, there are certainly no losers when we're all naked in bed together. I'm in my usual position, lying on my back while Freddie is above my head with his knees tucked under my armpits. He's got both hands around the back of my head while he plunges his hard rod in and out of my mouth at his own speed; sometimes slowly, and sometimes quickly. Occasionally, he pulls almost out so just my lips are sucking his knob with the foreskin retracted, and then he'll push it into its full depth so that he can manipulate the end of himself in the back of my throat. He thinks I'm a genius that I can deep throat him. He can't do it. When he sucks me off, if I go too deep, he gags and has to push me out. He's got to the stage where he'll take my sperm into his mouth, but then he spits it out. He doesn't like swallowing. I don't mind. The little bugger sitting on my cock behind him is the spunk boy. He loves it. And right now he's helping himself to what I have to offer.

 

While I'm sucking Freddie off, Kris is sitting on my cock, helping himself. He's pube deep and sitting on my groin, working himself up to one of his noisy frenzies. Foul mouthed noisy frenzies. Freddie and I are experienced enough now to almost ignore him, until, that is, Kris makes me fill his insides with hot spunk. Freddie loves it when I climax inside Kris, and that's why he's being gentle with his own cock now. I know Patrick is almost ready to spurt, but Freddie is waiting for Squidward Tentacles to unload before he releases his own hot spunk into my mouth. My own hands are not idle. With one hand I'm caressing Freddie's soft buttocks and feeling at his hole, and the other is busy wanking Kris's cock behind him. Multi-tasking again. I've got it off to a fine art. Freddie knows exactly what I'm doing to Kris's cock, because each prod at his sphincter equates to a pull of Kris's foreskin over his small knob, and when my finger eases on Freddie's hole, I'm pushing Kris's foreskin off his knob. And all the time this is going on, Kris is massaging his prostate with my cock.

 

"Oh fucking hell! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss! Fuck me me Zac! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

 

That's Kris on sensual overload because I've heaved my bum off the bed and I'm filling his bum with spunk. At the same time, I feel my hand get splattered with his ejaculate, so I know he and I have reached our mutual climax. But this is a trio: a ménage à trois of sexual togetherness, and Freddie releases his own pent up emotions and spurts the boy semen he's been saving up for me into my mouth while he whimpers his way to the feelings he loves.

 

Freddie is a strange creature. He won't swallow my spunk, but he likes his own. That's why I swallow only part of it and save part in my mouth. After the feelings have passed, he slides down my body, clamps his lips on mine, and we share the passions of his climax with a kiss that is full of the love we have for each other. It's our little kink; our way of sharing love and sexual passion together. And the fact that the hand that is caressing his soft cheeks is covered in Kris's spunk doesn't bother him either. In fact, when he breaks the kiss, he gets my hand and rubs it on my lips so I can lick Kris's spunk from my hand. Then he does an even stranger thing, he kisses me again and tongues me while both his and Kris's spunk is mixed in my mouth. Kinky sod! I've considered asking him why he does that, but because I know, unlike Kris who doesn't give a shit, Freddie has certain sexual inhibitions that he doesn't want to reveal to me, I allow him his small kink, and say nothing. What does it matter why he does it? In fact, I find that little facet of his character quite endearing. A mystery... and this special boy is full of them. After all, he was a mystery from the very beginning. He was eight years old and wanted sex with a man at that young age. Goodness knows what goes on in his mind at times, but I don't care. All I care about is that he loves me. I pined for five long years wondering if he did, so now I know he does, nothing else matters, and that includes what's happening down below now.

 

Down below now. I know exactly what's going on down below now. Although I can only feel half of what's going on and can see nothing at all, Freddie has described what goes on after we've accomplished our first mutual climax: Kris is playing with Freddie's bum while we concentrate on our special love.

 

My libido is excellent. That's why I'm still hard and Kris is taking advantage of it. But he has another toy to play with now. Because Freddie has slipped down my body and is on his knees, straddling my waist, his bum is wide open and available. It's his gift to Kris. Freddie won't have my cock up his bum at no price, but he doesn't mind Kris's small member penetrating him. Kris is a delicate boy; small in stature and small down there. That's why it's no great deal for him to pop the end of it inside my boy and have his fun, and Freddie says he hardly notices it while we're kissing and talking. In fact, today he helps Kris out by sliding even lower and tucks his head under my chin so Kris can get his small end away. It's part of the game. Kris's feelings are important to both of us, and it's our job to make sure he's satisfied sexually, so if Freddie wants to loan his bum out without it hurting, then let it be. Besides, as Freddie knows, I enjoy the kinkiness of what's going on, so it won't be long before I reach another climax, and that suits Freddie even more. Kris drains me, so when Kris has gone home when he's not on a stayover, the only thing I want to do is give Freddie his feelings. Winners all round. But tonight, Kris is on a stayover, and when we eventually go to bed to sleep, there will be more of this to come. I love the stayovers, but they can be a little testing.

 

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Kris Boscowan says...

I love Freddie's body. I've never told him that I find him sexy. I daren't. It would spoil things between us. He sees himself as my best pal, so I've kept it hidden. But I'm glad I haven't told him now. Things have worked out brilliantly. Zac's big dick is pretty much my property to do as I will when we're like this, and Freddie loans me his bum because he knows I'm a sexy sod. To him it doesn't mean anything that I'm fucking him, but it does to me. I'm fucking the gorgeous body of the boy I've loved ever since I first saw him. He's fantastically handsome, and the thing I miss most is kissing him. He doesn't want to kiss me. I do kiss him sometimes, but it's my secret. When I stay over at Zac's and we share the bed, I always sleep next to Freddie and not Zac. I wait until they've both gone to sleep and then help myself to Freddie's lovely lips. I'll do it tonight probably, when we all go to bed together.

 

Some of the kids think it's funny that I haven't got a massive dick. It's not tiny; it just fits my body properly. It's almost four inches long when it's hard, and I'm reckoning it will be about five inches when I'm grown up. Zac loves sucking it. He always says that it's a beautiful little dick, and that he wouldn't swap it for anything... even Freddie's, which is thicker and longer than mine. Freddie's is straight, but mine's slim and curves up towards my belly when it's rock hard. And my balls are not as big as Freddie's. But Zac loves my balls as well. In fact, Zac loves all my small body. What's special is that he can do to me what he can't do to Freddie: fuck him. So Zac really loves my arse, and I love him loving it. When we're alone, he'll spend ages licking my arse and rimming me before he slams me on my back and fucks me hard. I love it when he does that.

 

But I like what I'm doing now; fucking myself on Zac's big dick while Freddie is letting me fuck his gorgeous bum. And this time I don't have to struggle to do it because Freddie has moved down so I can fuck him while I sit properly on Zac. Fantastic! Not having a big dick has its uses. Because I'm not built like a fucking horse, I get to fuck the boy I love and shoot some spunk into him while Zac fills me with what spunk he's got left inside him. It can't be that much, because what he shot up me is already seeping out of me. But that's brilliant. It makes lovely, sexy squelching noises.

 

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A week later.

 

Zachary Blair says...

Cornwall in wintertime can be beautiful too. The bad weather has cleared as quickly as it came, and because Freddie insisted that I open the curtains so we could look at the stars when we go to bed, it's wonderful lying here with a boy cuddled in each of my arms as we stare at the night sky. These are some of my most precious moments, just before we have sex and I can hold them both in my arms and hold a handful of each of their gorgeous bottoms while we lay together. Their bottoms are different. Freddie's is round, and each soft orb is full and a proper handful, but Kris's is a lot smaller, and I can almost get both of his buttocks in one hand. But this romantic time won't last long. It never does when Kris is sharing our bed. In about ten minutes he'll get fed up with what he calls, `Gooey stuff', and he'll start fiddling so he can get more sex. But I've been plotting secretly all day. I have a plan that I worked out after we'd all had fish and chips from the mobile van that calls at the village every Saturday night. No mushy peas. I won't allow any mushy peas. That's proper farting food, and the last thing I want is to share a bed with two lads who are farting all night. So... no mushy peas!

 

They spent most of the night playing on the PS3 I've bought for them, and then we watched Match of The Day on TV before I told them that it was time to turn in. Showers all round, and the result is that I now have two gorgeous boys in my arms that smell like newly bathed babies. I'm pleased about that. I want them to smell nice. But not for me.

 

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The boys have each got a head on my shoulders as they lie looking at the stars - Freddie on my right as always – so I increase the pressure of the hug I have on them so they roll over completely and are looking into each other's faces. I kiss each of their not-quite-dry hair, and try to push their faces together, but they won't have that. Instead, two hands go to my dick and they begin to play with it. Immediately, it goes hard. These are the preliminaries. They're not that interested in my feelings, except that when I get randy, it leads to them getting what they want from me. So that's why they do it. It doesn't bother me. This is sex, and this is sex-time. But tonight I have a special plan, and that's why I ask them, "What are you two getting me for Christmas?"

 

Almost simultaneously, they say, "What do you want?"

 

I begin to chuckle. "I daren't tell you."

 

They both bite at the mysterious answer, and look at me inquisitively. Then Kris asks, "Why daren't you tell us?"

 

I squeeze them tight into me. "I daren't tell you. You'll either laugh at me, or be disgusted with me."

 

Now I really have got their attention, and both boys giggle. In fact, they're so intrigued, they actually let go of my dick and scramble onto me to look into my face. I've now got two boys leaning on my chest, and two inquisitive faces over me, looking down into my smiling eyes. I chuckle. They grin. Then Freddie says, "What are you up to?"

 

I grin back at them, and shrug my shoulders. "Nothing really. I was just thinking what I'd like for Christmas, but I daren't tell you because you'll think I'm a disgusting, kinky sod."

 

Disgusting, kinky sod. Hook, line, and sinker, and both boys take the bait immediately. Especially Kris. He grins like a lunatic, and says, "Tell us! I like kinky stuff. Can we do it with you?"

 

Again I shrug my shoulders. "I suppose you can, but you sort of can't do it with me. It doesn't work like that."

 

Freddie's got a massive grin on his face when he says, "Tell us or we'll pull your balls off!"

 

I giggle. "Okay, but I reckon you'll both go and sleep on the sofa when I tell you how kinky it is. I was reading a story online the other day. It was one of those stories that you pair of buggers read sometimes when you think I don't know about it. On my laptop. I know you do it because the last time you were on there, you forgot to delete the history, and I know what you've been looking at." I snigger. "You seem to like the stories that Freethinker writes. He's got a couple in The Best of Nifty." I almost leer at them when I add, "Dance of the Wicked Boys, on Awesome Dude? You've read it, all sixteen chapters. So I read it. It's a fabulous story. The thing I really enjoyed was the two boys, the two ballet dancers, Rafael and Jeremy in love with each other and having it off, sort of. It made me as randy as fuck. So that's what I'd really like for Christmas, but I suppose I'll get socks off you bloody pair of wastrels."

 

Kris looks quizzically at me. "You mean you want us to write you a story?"

 

Freddie laughs, and then thumps Kris on the back. "No, you daft sod! You're as thick as pigshit! The kinky sod means little boys having it off together makes him randy!"

 

Kris laughs, and then grins into my face. "You kinky sod! I never knew you were like that!"

 

I grin back into his face. "Hark who's talking! It was you pair of buggers who'd been reading it first!" Both boys fall onto my chest, hiding their faces, giggling like mad. I pretend that's the end of the matter, and say, "Anyway, I'm embarrassed now. I'm going to sleep on the sofa, and you pair of buggers will have to make do with being on your own." I snort. "Judging by what you read, you'll probably enjoy that! Sod my Christmas present!"

 

That gets them off my chest... pronto! Kris says, "Don't be like that! Don't go!"

 

I relax back onto the bed again. "Okay. We'll just do ordinary stuff then." I stare at Kris. "It's time for you to climb onto my dick."

 

I know I've won the moment Kris looks at Freddie and I see a naughty look pass between them. Then Kris says, "Does it really turn you on?"

 

I ignore him. "Are you getting on me or not?"

 

I'm glad Kris is in control of the situation, because I don't think Freddie would have taken the bait without Kris doing the urging, and it's Kris who says, "What sort of stuff would you like us to do?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I liked the kissing bit. That was lovely, but I don't suppose you two would kiss each other, even for me."

 

Kris shrugs his shoulders. "I might, but only if Freddie wants to. You know, just for you, you kinky sod."

 

I almost burst out laughing. Just for me, indeed! I know that both boys want to do it, but both of them think the other doesn't want to do it. But I also know that both boys will be aware that I'm doing this to help them out. And that's why Freddie, pretending be reluctant, says, "I'll do it for you. Providing you don't laugh at us, that is."

 

I give him a nasty look. "I won't laugh at you! What do you think I am? This is sexy stuff, not laughing stuff!"

 

He shrugs his shoulders, looks at Kris, and says, "How do you want to do it?"

 

That's when I take full control. "How do you think he wants to do it? You lean over me and kiss. It's simple."

 

Freddie chuckles; Kris chuckles, and very slowly they lean over and kiss each other. But they're not really kisses, just lip-pecks, so I grab the back of their heads and push them together. I expect either one or both to try and pull away, but I'm as pleased as Punch that they don't. Time to really help them out, so I say, "That's it. Brilliant! Pretend you're kissing me. Jeez... this is really sexy! Yes! That's it!  More! You, Kris, pretend you're Jeremy, and you, Freddie, pretend you're Rafael. You're in love and you both want each other, and this is the first time you're admitting it to one another. This is your first kiss!" I fondle both their bums, running a finger along their bum cracks, and then probe to get at their sweet spot. I expect Freddie to clamp his buttocks together, but he doesn't. Instead, he relaxes and allows me to play with his sphincter. Kris being Kris, pushes back so my finger slips inside him, so I push hard and slip it right in. Time to move to stage two.

 

I urge them more. "Good lads. This is brilliant, now feel at each other. I'll tell you what, you, Freddie, get over me and I'll fit you together. Come on... climb over me!" They break the kiss, and I can see that their faces are flushed even though the only illumination is the starlight. Freddie clambers over me, so I wrap one of his arms over Kris, and pull them together. Then I go on my knees beside them and push their bodies together even more firmly. Kris's arm has already gone over Freddie, so all I have to do is push their faces together again and tell them, "That's it. I'll wank while I'm watching you. Do it special for me. Really go at it as if you really love each other and you want sex together."

 

But I'm not wanking. I'm sitting on my haunches staring down at my two beautiful boys together as they want to be, locked in each other's arms, their hands exploring the body of the boy they've loved for a long time. And when I'm sure the worst of their reluctance is over, I lean over them, and whisper, "That's it. Go on Raphael, make Jeremy know how much you love him, and you, Jeremy, give yourself completely to Raphael. You love each other, and you want special sex together. This is the part that really gets me going... you two exploring each other and doing what you've wanted to do for a long time. Go for it! I'm just going to the bathroom. Make sure you're still at it when I get back."

 

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Freddie Mongomery says...

Zac is in his dressing gown, curled up asleep on the sofa and the TV is on but the sound is muted when I go into the lounge. I know why there's no sound; he's been listening to me and Kris loving each other. I knew what was going on the moment he said he was going to the bathroom.

 

Christmas present my arse! Kinky my arse! He set us up. Kris knows it as well. We've both admitted to each other in bed that we've told Zac how we feel, and we both know that all the bullshit he gave us was just to get us together. But it was a beautiful thing to do. What a clever, unselfish, wonderful, loving man my Zac is. Well, he's not just my man now. He belongs to me and Kris. He's ours. We love him. I didn't realize how much Kris loved him until he told me tonight. It's all come out since Zac left me and Kris together. At first it was funny and giggling stuff, but the more we got into it, the more our shyness went away, until eventually we both knew that what we were doing was what we really wanted. We talked in between doing stuff, slowly revealing how we felt about each other. So everything is out in the open now... even the sex part of me and Kris. Zac had been right. He said I was to be the `Raphael'... the older one who really looked after `Jeremy' and got him out of all that shit he was in with his perverted Uncle. Kris lapped it up, and he couldn't wait for me to fuck him. But it wasn't just Kris who wanted to be fucked by me; I wanted to fuck him, too. And I did, after we'd wanked each other off the first time, and after we'd sucked each other off. But we've done what we want, and now it's time to give Zac his proper Christmas present. That's why I'm here now... to get Zac.

 

There's a space between Zac's folded legs and his head on the cushions, so I perch myself in the space and stroke the hair back from his forehead. He really is asleep. But maybe that's because me and Kris stopped having sex a bit back and we've been loving each other quietly since. That's probably when Zac went to sleep... when he knew me and Kris were together properly... when he knew we were sealing our love with lots of giggles and kisses. Thank you, Zac. But you're not getting away with it that easily! No chance! You've got two boys who love you and need you now.

 

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Zachary Blair says...

Freddie's shaking me roughly. "Hey, silly bugger... wake up!"

 

I squint up at him, and ask, "What do you want?"

 

Freddie smiles, and then leans down and kisses me. "Come on, kinky sod, you've missed all the fun, but we're tired now and want to go to sleep."

 

I grin at him. "Damn and blast! Did you have a good time?"

 

Freddie giggles. "Do you want me to tell you what you missed?"

 

I put my finger to his lips. "No. I just want to know if it all went well."

 

Freddie gets off the sofa and goes to his knees so his face is in front of me, and then he gives me a proper kiss; one that has us playing soft-lips and touching tongues. Then he grins, and asks, "Are you feeling sexy?"

 

I give him a face shrug. "Would I be much use if I was?"

 

Freddie chuckles. "I'm sort of worn out, but you know what Kris is like. I can't speak for him."

 

I chuckle. "Good. So that means you had a good time. So why do you need me now? Why don't you both spend the night together without me? I'm comfortable here, so you won't offend me."

 

Freddie shakes his head. "No, we don't want to spend the night on our own. We want you with us. I'm going back to the bedroom now. Get off your arse and join us." He points a wagging finger at me. "Have a pee first. We've had one and we don't want to be disturbed again. I'll see you in a minute." And he gets up and goes away.

 

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When I get to the bedroom, both boys are under the duvet, grinning at me. I grin back at them. Then I look at Freddie, and say, "You're in my space. Move over."

 

He shakes his head and points to the space between him and the grinning Kris. "New sleeping arrangements. You sleep between us from now on."

 

"Why's that?"

 

"Because! Don't ask questions when you're getting in our bed! You do as you're told from now on, and from now on you always sleep between us unless we tell you otherwise." He grins, and points to my underpants. "Get those off and I'll put some baby oil on Squidward."

 

I pretend I don't know what he's talking about when I ask, "What do you want to do that for? I thought you two would have had enough and didn't need me now."

 

Kris starts to giggle, and I know these two have been doing some serious plotting before Freddie came to get me. But I like it! This is really sexy stuff. Squidward likes it too, because he swells inside my underpants quicker than he's done for a long time, and by the time I've slipped my underpants off, he's positively rocking and rolling at the thought of two sexy boys wanting to have fun with him. Freddie slips his legs from under the duvet, sits on the edge of the bed (I notice that his cock is hard and sticking up from between his legs), picks up the bottle of baby oil from the bedside cupboard and flips the top open, beckons for me to stand in front of him, and then with my swollen member not far from his face, he pours baby oil into a cupped hand, pushes my foreskin right back, and massages it all over my cock and balls. He adds some more to a cupped hand, applies it everywhere down there, and by the time he's finished, I'm certainly a well-oiled machine. He rubs his hands on his own cock and oils it up (which is interesting!), then wipes his hands on a towel, gets off the bed and pushes me into it, and then gets in beside me before pushing me over so I'm turned towards Kris, who, by now, is on his side with his back facing me, his bum sticking out as an offering, and chuckling like the fool he usually is.

 

By now I've worked out that both boys want me to fuck Kris – which is a kinky thing on its own – but I've not worked out what Freddie's role in this is going to be. I soon find out when Freddie spoons up behind me, pushes his now oiled cock between my bum crack, worms one arm under my waist and the other one over me, grabs my dick with both hands, and they begin to work together. Kris pulls his bum cheeks apart, and Freddie puts my dick by his hole. Then Freddie says, "Push back now Kris." Kris pushes back while Freddie holds my rigid dick until it slips through Kris's sphincter and begins to go into him. Freddie keeps his hands around my dick while it's slipping in, and as it goes deeper, Freddie's hands slide down my cock until I'm right in. Then he grabs my balls, and says, "We're there, Kris. Get on with it!"

 

Get on with it! Well, in my wildest dreams I would never have guessed what Get on with it! would be. The part with Kris: yes... but not what Freddie's part in this would be. I'm amazed! Freddie has let go of my cock with the hand that's over me, is pulling my bum cheeks open, and is trying to shove his dick inside me. The kinky little sod! I've never been fucked in my life, but I don't care providing my boy enjoys what he's doing, so I stop fucking Freddie for a moment, reach behind me with one hand, grab Freddie's dick, and help him get it through my sphincter. When I feel the end slip into me, I reach behind him, place my flat hand against his buttocks, and press him right into me until his lower belly is nestled against my bum cheeks. When he's sure he's fully in and won't slip out because my hand on his buttocks is keeping him firmly pressed against me, he wraps his arm around me again, worms his hand down between me and Kris, and grabs the base of my cock... no doubt another one of his little kinks... he wants to be a part of me fucking his new-found lover, and I wonder how long he's had that little perversion tucked away in his mind.

 

I'm the one doing most of the work. But that's nothing new. I'm multitasking again. I'm using the hand that's underneath Kris to keep him pressed against me, and the fingers of that hand to push his foreskin on and off his knob while I'm rotating my cock buried deep inside his tunnel of love to stimulate both myself and Kris's prostate; at the same time I'm pulling Freddie into me so the rotations I'm using on Kris also stimulate Freddie's dick inside me, and I'm kissing the top of Kris's head while I'm doing all that. Freddie, bless him, is licking and slobbering all over my back while he whispers, "Yes Zac! Yes Zac! I want you Zac! I want you Zac!" Kris is doing his normal wailing like a cat on hot bricks at the pleasures he's getting of being fucked properly. This is a noisy fuck, but it's fascinatingly kinky, and it doesn't take long before we all reach a massive, collective climax.

 

Kris is the first one. "Yow! Yow! Yow! Fucking `ell! Yes! Yes! Fucking `ell! Fuck me Zac! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yow! Yow! Yow! Yooooowwww!!!!!!" And I feel his little dick throbbing to a finger-manipulating, prostate-stimulated dry cum while his beautiful, small body shudders in ecstasy as the feelings overwhelm him.

 

Freddie's climax happens simultaneously; his voice becoming higher pitched with each stifled utterance of, "Nngghh! Nngghh! Nngghh! Ooooohhhh! Ooooooohhhh! Oh! Oh! Ooooohhhhhwwwoooooooo! Yesssssss! Yesssssssssss!"

 

Me? While the boys are having their crazy climaxes, I just choke and gargle myself into oblivion at the thought of what's happening, and the wonderful feelings that surge through my body when I fill Kris's little bottom full of my pent up spunk are a conflict of sexual chaos, nervous exhaustion, and relief.  

 

When it's all over and we've all slumped onto the bed, exhausted, I hear Kris's almost soprano voice ask, "Did you do it Freddie?"

 

Freddie chuckles behind my back. "Yes. It was brilliant. What was yours like?"

 

Kris chuckles. "The best fuck I've ever had in my life! Spunk is coming out of my mouth!"

 

Freddie giggles; Kris giggles; I giggle... we all explode into a melee of laugher that breaks us apart, and then we all cling to each other like leeches while the laughter releases the tensions of the reality of having just broken every rule in our sexual book of what we considered was acceptable to us all before we committed the very naughty act we've just done.

 

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I'm lying on my back, Kris has rolled over and is lying over my left arm, Freddie is over my right arm, both their upper legs are sprawled over my midriff, and I'm fondling their soft orbs while they giggle and kiss each other over my chest. I reach my head down and kiss each one on the top of the head, and then relax back onto the pillows. I look at the stars, and secretly thank them for what I have. It's been a long time in coming, but finally I know what happiness is: two beautiful boys in my arms that I love; all three of us sexually satiated; and knowing that five years of heartache have dissipated completely after what's just happened. But the thing that's making me completely happy is the knowledge that Freddie has finally accepted being gay is part of what he is, and because of that, the ghosts of yesteryear have finally been fucked away. Sex does have its uses. So does love, and that's the part I'm really looking forward to now. Long live love... with two beautiful young men who I'm sure will grow to be exceptional lovers. I do have a good libido, but even so, I doubt if I could continue to satisfy both lads. But even that problem has been solved now the boys have eventually overcome their inhibitions regarding how they feel about each other. I might even get to take a holiday every now and again. Maybe a trip to Rio de Janeiro to see Jaoa? They do say a change is as good as a rest. LOL.  

 

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Freddie Montgomery says...

Both Zac and Kris have gone to sleep. I look at the stars, and then at the beautiful face of the man I love and whose arms are enfolding me. I look at the face of the elfin-like boy I love in front of me. They're both beautiful when they're asleep. Reality is much better than fantasy. Fantasy is wishy-washy stuff, but reality is factual; existent; survival, and I have survived five long years of cruel fantasy that almost drove me crazy. Then I grin. Never say never. That's what John Teller the writer told me when I told him what I wanted but that it was impossible. John was right. That will be the motto of my life from now on. Whatever happens to Freddie Montgomery, I know now that nothing is impossible. Not when you truly, truly love somebody.

 

I close my eyes and listen to the beating heart of the man I love, and then fondle the soft skin of the boy across from me; my second true love, and I know I am complete. Well, not quite. God knows what other kinky stuff we three will get up to, but whatever it is will be fun, and that's what life is really about. Even reading stories can be fun. And they can be useful. When I first wrote to John Teller and told him how much I cried when I read his story, Boys Can Be Lovers, Too, he wrote back to me. We correspond by email. I explained everything about me and Zac and Kris to him. Although I don't know who he really is, and he never, ever allows me to reveal who I really am, he's been my rock and my mentor. He was the one who assured me that what was happening to me, providing it was what I truly wanted, was not wrong. He was the one who helped me to accept my sexuality. As he said: Being gay is not an option... and it becomes a privilege if you can find someone who loves you for what you are, and accepts you completely, warts and all. Thank you, John. I've found two in Zac and Kris. Three if you count mum. And you were also right when you said that I wouldn't know if I was really gay until I was a bit older. I think I'm going to be bisexual, John. There's a girl at school that I like. She doesn't like me much, but that's not important. I really would like to fuck her. And something else, John... I'd love to have kids some day. Two boys. I'd give them middle names of Zac and Kris. Wouldn't that be fantastic? Zac and Kris would love them to bits, but I'd have to watch out when they became teenagers. Zac would have them in bed like a shot, and I certainly wouldn't trust them with that kinky sod, Kris! LOL.

 

My final thoughts are that I need to write to that Freethinker chap again as well. I can't wait to see what happens to Raphael and Jeremy. If those two end up as happy as me and Kris, then they're very lucky boys. Oh, and I definitely need to tell John Teller what's happened. I'll write again when I get home about everything. He'll laugh when he reads what's gone on tonight and what I've been thinking. I won't go into the fine details (John never asks me about that sort of stuff anyway), but I am going to send him a photograph via email of me and Kris and Zac. John's said before that it wasn't necessary because he respected my privacy completely. But it won't hurt to send him one. I've got the perfect one. It was one mum took of me and Zac with our arms around Kris's shoulders when he'd just come out of hospital. Kris has got his usual daft grin on his face, and you can see in mine and Zac's faces how much we both live Kris. It's the least I can do for the bloke who helped me through so much shit. I'll even sign it from `Freddie with love' and put a few kisses on it. LOL. He'll like that.

 

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Epilogue.

 

John Teller says...

I open the email from Freddie Montgomery, and as usual, I get a thrill from reading what this young man has to say. What a brave little man he is. So, it's all worked out well in the end. I told him it would do, but there have been many times in the past that my words to him were more of hope than certainty. I never gave up hoping that things would work out, but if I'm honest with myself, I was always half-expecting that his predicament would lead to him being another casualty in the long list of unfulfilled boys. His is a position that society refuses to recognize; one that they always treat as abusive and harmful. But harmful to whom? In this particular case there would have been two casualties: Freddie and Zac. And leaving aside the harm to the adult, had they not got back together then it's most likely that Freddie would have developed into an adult with issues. However, even though I'm a writer in this genre and I have loads of anecdotal evidence that these situations are far more common than society will admit to, and I'm au fait with this ever-recurring situation, I can well understand how society would never accept a liaison between an eight year old and an eighteen year old. I suppose the saving grace is that it didn't happen when Freddie was eight years old. Who knows how it would have affected the boy at that age. All sorts of things could have gone wrong, and Freddie may have been harmed more than he actually was. But now he's fourteen, in my book he's old enough to do his own thing, especially because I can sense that he's got his head screwed on right. That's what's making me chuckle now as I read his latest email.

 

I'm used to reading behind his words now. It's the rapport we've built over the two years we've been corresponding. In this mail he tells me that Zac has found out that he and Kris have been reading stories online, but Zac doesn't know that that they've been at it for two years. Zac thinks it's a new thing. LOL. Never mind... what the inner eye doesn't see, the heart won't grieve about, especially now reading stories has actually led to everybody outing themselves. Fantastic! But in the not too distant future, Zac might discover all, because in this email Freddie has asked me to write his story. He says it's purely for educational purposes. LOL. The pervy little sod must think I come from under a Christmas tree. So, Freddie... here's your story you little bugger. I've used some poetic licence and left out your real surnames, but I'll bet a pound to a pinch of shit that I'm not far off the mark in everything I've written. And looking at this wonderful photo you've sent me of all three of you, I'm pretty sure I've got it spot on. By the way, I expected you to be a beautiful young man, but that description doesn't do you justice. You are indeed a handsome little sod with your gorgeous coloured hair, and I'm bloody jealous of Zac. The lucky bugger! But it's not just you! Kris is exactly that cheeky little monkey you describe him as. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth to look at him, but that naughty grin gives him away. LOL. The little darling. Not! I can imagine Zac being exhausted when Kris has finished with him. So what shall I call this story, Freddie? I've given it some thought and at first I was going to call it: Everybody Hurts Sometimes. Yes we do, Freddie. Been there: done that. A long time ago. But trust me Freddie, if your love lasts as long as mine, then the hurt is worth it. But I thought of a better name. At times, Zac calls you and Kris his two little piskies, so I've done a play on words with it... hence Cornish Tales and Piskey Tails. It is a tale about Cornwall, and from what I can gather, those piskey tails belonging to you and Kris are rarely idle. LOL. Love you Freddie. Give Kris a big hug from me, and tell Zac to take care of you or I'll be on my way down to the West Country to kick his arse big style. Take care my little man. Jx.

  

The end? Well, it is for this story, but not for our two little piskies and Zac in North Cornwall. *wink*

 

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